11. One-by-one clothes
♪ I’ll be in love ♪
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
One.
When the shifu was put into the pharmacist pool, when he made it into a pharmacist, his eyes were given and he willingly replaced him.
When he looked at her, he asked her, and she said it didn’t hurt.
When he repented, he asked her, and she said no;
Now she says she will not repent when she has used it to the best of her ability and has been thrown into this venomous pharmacist pool.
In the middle of it, two decades of women were facing their heads, their eyes were tied to white ribbons, and they were so obsessed with looking at their master and whispering:
Master, can you please accept the last request? I’m sorry.
He stood up with no face and stood by the pharmacist pool and looked down at it. And in the face of that one who followed his own face for ten years, he said, “Say.” I’m sorry.
“If the purgatory fails and the students die, will you bury them? “I’m asking for only one piece of yellow soil, and I’m not going to be a ghost after death, homeless…”
And the voice of the gentle cry, echoing in the mist, white and humble: “And now that the master has become clear, without the need for a blind staff, can he put the blind staff of the tree, which he made for you, in the coffin, with his companions into the earth?” I’m sorry.
The hysteria on the side of the pharmacist pool was dark, dark and deep, and after a long silence, it turned out to be a thin lips:
“If you do so, you will be buried with your own hands, and the blind staff of the tree will follow you into the land, and go with ease.” I’m sorry.
The sound is cold and cold, without any emotion, but the garland in the pool is so relieved, it’s nodding, it’s as if it’s like saying to itself, “Well, good, then I won’t go alone, I won’t lose sight of it, I won’t fall.”
And the low murmurs are like broken embroidery, and a twirling twirling in the wind, and the twirling in the twirling, as if there was an invisible hand in the ear, and he was able to walk and walk.
Like a long time ago, there was a little voice in his ear, with infinite concern and tenderness:
“Teacher, help you. Take the cane, step by step, and you will not fall because you can’t see well…”
In the white smoke, the plumb of dust is frowning, frowning on the forehead, and there’s a wind to tear, and it can’t be avoided …
Two.
Chiyo Feng is an emerging force that has emerged in recent years and is divided into three holy palaces, 18 pavilions, highly hierarchical, large and strange, and is viewed by the martial arts as a cult of heresy.
During that year, the palace changed so much, that Grou-Yo escaped with his brothers and sisters and was under 13.
At the age of ten, she entered the palace of the Qinghiya, where she was the youngest of a group of students, a pair of dark eyes, always watered and frightfully looking at others.
In a moment of civil strife, the Holy Palace of the Purple Holy Places was united with the Holy Palace of the Holy Places, which, while the Old Lord was closed, was to be caught in the middle of the palace in order to put the dust of its masters to death.
He was seriously injured and his eyes were poisoned and completely blind during the raid.
In the chaos, apart from the great disciples and the people of the Queen’s House, who had vowed to die to protect them, the people dispersed and fled.
“I, we’re all gone. What about Master?” I’m sorry.
Garage came out with a crowd, caught a brother, scared to ask.
“What master is nothing but a face, have you ever seen him pass us a half? How long before they run away while they bite? I’m sorry.
He couldn’t get away with it.
Garrett was struck by a twitch, and an impulsive bulge came to his heart, holding on to his only medicine box and running back.
She was an orphan and left in the middle of the world and was picked up by the spirits of the Holy Palace when she was 10 years old, and she was also chosen by a bunch of “saplings”.
She’s weak and unfit to learn martial arts, but she’s being stalked by the eyes.
Their hands were found to be very long and to be well suited to the unique silver needle technique of Chiming Peak.
Thus, she was assigned to the palace, where she began to learn how to walk with silver needles, where she was supposed to kill, but she had the guts to lay her hands on a little rabbit, and for a long time went on to study medicine, so that she could walk with silver needles to cure the disease.
Na Ho Chiphone, who did not want to save lives but to kill, who failed to carry out his mission for the Holy Palace, and who made his modesty, remained in the lowest rank, and many of those who came in with her were already in third and second class.
But she doesn’t care about it, she’s peaceful, she’s happy, she’s dressed, she’s fed, she’s covered, she can learn her favorite medicine. Besides, there’s a master in the palace. And the one where she looked far away and could not look enough.
When she was 10 years old, she had no knowledge of it for three years. She was the youngest pupil in the palace, able to see his face at close range, not more than seven times.
3
Last time she was 11 years old. A year after entering the palace, in the rear mountains, the sister-in-law who raised her took several rabbits, and asked her to take their lives with silver needles, she carried three silver-lighted poison needles, her body shivered, her tears turned in her eyes, and her hands stunned and she could not bear to shoot out.
Sisters hate iron and steel, they beat her with whips, beat her out of her throat, cry a little face as white as snow and pity.
It was then that a shadow appeared, a whip was seized, the letters were thrown, and the sound was cold.
“Whomever is here in this palace who disturbs me and disturbs me in my work, and who is the teacher of the Autumn Sister, fearing that she will continue this fight and will kill me as a student of the Holy House.” I’m sorry.
Sister Autumn’s face changed, knowing that she had accidentally broken into the land of the Master of the Palace to sit and practice, and had to kneel down.
“If you can’t do it, don’t force her.
In the groaning, the blue shirt bends down, wipes the tears of the foolishness of the moment, and smiles in the face of the earth for years: “Wept like this, like a flower cat, so true and so good…”
It’s low-tempered, a little slobbery, but unexpectedly good.
That’s the side of a master she’s never seen, tender as a dream.
And that night, she had a dream that she didn’t want to wake up.
The master of the dream struck her with a green shirt, and he stood by her hand in the back of the mountain, and watched the long wind pass over the clouds, and the grass emptied.
The air is fragranced, and the heart of the man is not like the Queen’s palace, and it smells like blood and killing everywhere.
Even though the master never noticed her again, she suddenly had a little secret, a little secret hidden in her heart, which cannot be a secret of humanity.
For the next seven hundred days, hiding behind the porch every day, looking at the master of the blue shirt, she became the happiest.
Happy enough not to leave the palace, not to leave him.
4
At first, Garuda was wearing the dust of his blind shifu and passed on a long and miserable day.
On that day, she went back to the temple, taking advantage of the chaos, and she went back to the house, where the first disciples of the palace were almost completely destroyed, but the blood-stained dust was still strewn, and the horrors of being afraid to come near, or to die or to be wounded, were retreating to the house, and they remained frozen.
And then, hiding in the shadows, he came out with his suitcase, and he was so busy with his hands and feet that he was trying to stop the bleeding for his master, and then, at the next moment, the blood-stained handwind came, and she was strangled.
“Teacher, Master, I’m the youngest student…
She was in a state of shock and panic. The owner of that hand heard something, his blind eyes were closed and shivering, and two shocking blood stains on her face appeared to judge.
She screamed: “If two years ago he saved his clothes at the back of the hill, he would have learned silver needles, but he couldn’t do it, he would have done it to her sister, and she would never have been able to do it for him.”
The tweaked shirt squeezed her hand in her shivering.
“You? “What are you doing back here?” “Why don’t you run away and die?”
Then, when pardoned, Gargamel fell on the ground without coughing, and his face was pale: “Because he was still here, he could not leave his clothes behind…”
It’s true that two masters of the Holy Palace and the Holy House of the Brown are standing up against each other, standing around the house, standing still and afraid to break in, and producing a venom in the eyelids — so they don’t have to fight hard with Shuro, the top of the Pyramid, and burn the temple straight down.
In the smell of burning oil and stinging noses, the fire ignites, like a dragon with a big mouth in its bloodbath, rising up in the heat, screaming to devour everything.
“To kill this palace?” I can’t believe it! I’m sorry.
In the temple, blood-stained blue shirts and Gargamel’s love holds the dust, except that the master laughed so badly and whispered in her ear: “Come on, take me to the back, I have a secret passage in my bed, straight below the mountain…”
And a boom, and the Great House collapsed,
5
And from that day onwards, Garuda accompanied his master, who had lost his power and his eyes were blind, and wounded his secret name, and lived with him for two years.
These two years, it must not be bitter.
In a world of chaos, struggling to survive, even though Gargamel had a skill, he often had to look after his master who had been unable to do so, who earned only three meals to feed himself and his master, and who was always worried that he would find him and live with fear.
But in the hearts of Gai, two years of pairing, one by one, in the morning and evening, was the best of her life.
She can touch her master in such a close touch. It is true. It is no more than a shadow of over 700 days and nights in the Blue House, hiding behind the porch.
What is wrong with her, even though she is clothed and coarse, but the bamboo forest and the heavens and the earth are home, and the wind and the months and the presence of the master?
It would have been nice to have a life like this.
But when you’re in the middle of it, you remind her heartlessly that her master, who is talented and proud, should have stood above the top of the earth, without dust, how can she be ordinary and become a mountain?
He can’t let go, and he can’t forget.
The greatest reason for that was the fact that there was a spy in the palace. What he did not count was that the one who sold him and the Blue House was not someone else, but his fiancée, the saint, who was to be married in a few months.
They grew up together in Chimbo, and among the many of their disciples, their favorite was the one they loved, not only to spread the monogamy to them but also to make their own engagement.
A young man, two guesses, thinks he knows this friendship. He even learns cruel assassination from a small age, goes against the unchallenged nature of the world, forces himself to do things that he doesn’t like, gets blood on his hands, and can never turn back.
But it was not until he blinded his eyes, broken the apparatus, and brought the Magna Carta to the temple that he knew that this so-called friendship had never been clear to him.
Six.
The world is more scary than the gods, the hearts.
He trusted her in every way, but she sold him out of power, covering her eyes, and only heard her in the ear: “Don’t blame me. You won’t fight, you won’t fight for yourself. I’m sorry.
Yeah, he was tired and tired of fighting and killing for years. He told her that when they were married, he took her to the mountains and lived without blood.
But she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to.
She said that the old god who loved him so much, would give him the seat, and he would take it if he took a little initiative.
He was tired of hearing it, and then he closed the door several times, and then he didn’t care, much less think, that his so-called fiancée had already “disappeared” to find another way to look after it.
If she can’t afford it, she goes to another man. She said that she had feelings for him, but that was not so big as to sacrifice her own interests.
And every late night thereafter, the dust of the hysteria will wake up with this saying, like a needle in the marrow.
And it was because of her that he went astray once and for all, and every time he would be demented and in great pain, and all of his pupils, in their clothes, would hold him in their arms, and would walk him with silver needles, and would take control of his running back and forth.
He became sensitive, paranoid, and even hated his blinded eyes as much as he was ashamed of what he could not return.
So many nights of despair remain by his side in small clothes, holding him in his arms and in his ears. He yelled at her, pushed her away, said they had nothing to do with him, and if she didn’t want to be dragged by him, she would go as far away as possible…
Don’t do this, Master. You won’t be betrayed. You won’t be left.
No matter what he did to her, she never wanted to leave, and she was around him like a lifetime of tears, every time she choked and shook her head to make sure she wouldn’t leave, not leave her master.
A kind and soft girl who knew all of his wounds, and protected him in countless days of misery and despair, and remained steadfast.
He knew her simple thoughts, and he heard her murmur in her sleep, and wished to live with her master in this way, and not in the world.
He lost his smile, was cornered for her, and turned his head blindly and blinded his eyes.
He wanted to live in the mountains with his beloved, but he was not proud, and pushed him down the cliffs,
A girl who took good care of him and wanted to spend a day with him in secret, could not let go and could never return.
One big robbery, one fight, and he’s all over the place.
He is now full of hatred and wants to heal his wounds as soon as possible, to restore his strength and to return to his place in order to recover what belongs to him.
He didn’t argue before, and now he’s back!
7
Two years after the fire at the Blue Holy Palace, Chiu Mong-chung has seen a crucial fight.
After two years of demented wait, the old priest finally accepted with sorrow and sadness the words of the masters of the vermin and the Holy Virgin that the Aiston dust had accidentally been buried in a fire and that there was no remains.
He was disheartened, and he did not care who was taking over, but he declared a match. The masters of the lunar brown palaces declared their actions in front of everyone, and the winner was the king, who could inherit his garments, become the master of the Chimong and marry the saint.
On that day, in the clear sky, the two masters of the palace made their lives known to them. They fought hard to understand, calling for death and disregarding the brotherhood of the day.
As the Lord of the Twilight Palace smote the Master of the Brown Palace with blood, fell down, and was about to win, two impassioned guests came to Chiyo Feng.
“How can I be absent from the three holy palaces when it is necessary to fight to succeed them?” I’m sorry.
A blue shirt and a blind stick, accompanied by a young girl with a veil on her head, came with his eyes blind, but with no loss of vigil, and remained the same as ever.
“Yon Dust!”
The ceremonial face of the Lord of the Purple Palace has changed dramatically, and even the injured master of the Brown Palace has struggled to rise, and the holy woman who has been standing next to the old Lord has become a disgraceful face.
Of all the people, nothing is more joyful than the old god who has been sorely in love with the dust, who has yet to speak, who has fallen down on his knees, and whose voice has been redheaded.
“The disciples are unbelievably late. I’m sorry.
“If you’re going to settle your debt, you’ll see what happened to your master.” I’m sorry.
The t-shirts were fluttering and had jumped to the stage, and the main forehead of the Purple Palace was so cold and sweaty.
“The winner of this day is the King, and you are no longer the dust of the day, so the palace does not believe in the power of a blind man.” I’m sorry.
Words were still missing, the blues of the purple robes were hair-triggered, and two shadows were entangled together.
He was wearing a veil, he was holding his master’s lumber-blind staff, staring at the stage with the curtains and his heart beating like a thunderbolt.
Over the past two years, the master’s martial arts have progressed in such a way that he has reached the lowest level possible, not to mention the fact that he has old wounds, lost his eyes and lost his sight.
“How powerful have you come back today?” I’m sorry.
“The Lord of the Purple Palace smiles, his eyes appear, his body is like a wind, his body is turned around, his body is like a shadow, he can’t tell which one is true, which one is false, let alone blind.”
When the Lord’s heart rises and turns, and when the dust turns in the circle, it is hard to hear the sound of the sound. He looks at the moment, with his sword in his hand, and strikes with lightning, he dies.
“Look out! I’m sorry.
At the end of the day, the old god under the table could not resist the loss of voice, and even more so, the gargarage, which was held tight by the lumber cane, bited his lips and breathed.
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It’s not the dust, it’s the crumbing of the pupils, the Lord of the Purple Palace!
“No, it can’t be, you…”
The tatters out of the tatters of blood, the tatters out of the twilight, the swirling of the eyebrows, and the previous blindness.
As he swept through the scene, he ended up looking at his little clothes, and he was so gentle, and in one word, he turned around all over the scene, so slowly and clearly.
“Who told you I was blind? I’m sorry.
Gah took his veil softly, his eyes were white, his eyes were white, and his eyes were laughter, dazzling, serenity, like the gentleness of spring water.
8
And when his eyes were laid for his master, he asked him if it would hurt, and he shook his head and laughed white.
It doesn’t hurt. Everything for Master is voluntary.
So, one heart that is sensitive and suspicious is finally fully melted in the faint smile of a young girl, soft as a flower.
He held her like a dead soul waking up again and his throat stinging:
“And when it is done, and when it is done, and it is done, I will marry you, and will be with you the Lord of a thousand stars, and will take care of you for the rest of your life, and will not betray you.” I’m sorry.
And in the promise of faith, Gagarin leaned in the arms of his master, a little bit of his head, a little bit of his eyebrow, and a soft smile: “Okay. I’m sorry.
She had white belts on her eyes and her voice was soft: “Just as long as the master was happy.” I’m sorry.
12 years old and 15 years old, Garrett ended two years of drift and returned to Chiming Peak with the dust of the master.
The name Shuro the Jade is no lie.
The dead bodies of the masters of the verbs hang high in front of the temple, and the Chilling Peaks are undergoing a full-blown overhaul, which, after a year of succession, is completely stable and unmistakable.
It was also a pleasure for the old God to leave behind and hand over the underlying business to the faithful.
Disturbing falls, and everything is settled, except for the Holy Virgin.
She fell down on her knees, weeping at her feet and repenting. After all, she grew up young and young, together with the words of the old God, and was soft, and left behind the fate of her head. She was confined to a dungeon for life.
I was afraid of the gargarter, and I was holding her in my arms at night, and my chin was on top of her head.
“I didn’t have feelings for that woman, but…”
“It is clear to all that Master must not worry. “Soft voices sway the fear of the dust, and glare in his arms, like a gentle cat, a smile in his eyes, are truly unreserved faith.
So the pixie and the breath, she’s always so happy and so good and he doesn’t feel right.
It’s moving and tenderly holding on to the people in hand, looking out of the window in the dark, making a dark determination towards the stars of the moon.
He said that he married Garrett after stabilizing the situation and called her the most beautiful bride in the world.
This stability has stabilized for a year.
9
After the death of the old God, the man who was guarding her in prison told her that she wanted to attend his funeral and that she was like her own daughter and that she was going to give her a ride.
And as this was delivered to the dust, there was also a jade ring with “The Hand of the Concubine, the Hand of the Sons”, and the crystallization, which was made by the hands of the hands of the children, and which was given as a token of love.
It’s been a long time since Garrett was silent, whispering, and it’s only come back to me, coughing twice, covering up a bit of an unorthodox look, placing the jade ring in his sleeves, saying, “This is the way I’m telling you.”
“Go back and tell her, after all, that after all, I have given her permission to come out for Master. I’m sorry.
And the sun and the rain came upon him, and he was released a year without seeing the sun, and he entered the hall of God in tremors.
She’s covered in gills, she’s long and she’s covered in tears.
“Come on, go home.” I’m sorry.
When she cried and repented, she walked out of the house, with a miserable back, but not a few steps, a thunderbolt on the outside, scared her back, twisting her head around her sleeves, crying:
“Cing, Dust, this time back to the dungeon, you’ll probably never see me again. Can you drink your last parting wine with him? I’m sorry.
The boom, the flashing out of the sky, revealed a moment of hesitation.
Under the porch, he was wearing a lumber-blind stick, a shoulder-mounted medicine box, a coat with ignominy and a little groaning towards the temple.
At the onset of the cold, she knew that he had old wounds and was particularly afraid of the cold, which occurred every time there was a heavy rain, and that the pain was unbearable.
She was worried, but had not seen him for a long time, so she took the medicine box and the coat and came out to find him.
And the more the wind, the more the rain, and the more the rain, the more the earth is dark, and the more the people are terrified.
When you come out of the hall of God, if you’d known you’d see that scene, you’d rather never come out.
The groaning of joyful men and women, the sound of sound, a lightning plowing through the hallowed hallowed hallowed, the groaning of the mouth, the fall of the shoulder-headed medicine box, and the blemish.
She was shivering, she slipped down against the wall, biting her lips dead, crying out and running silently outside the hall of God.
And when the sound of the dust came to me, awakening, and running out in his shirt, there was only one disorderly medicine box outside the house and a coat which he used to wear.
The black clouds over the city, the wind in the middle of the forest, and Shawser with the rain, had only a wave of colds that cut into the bone marrow.
10
He was completely released and restored to the status of a saint. He sat on the same footing as the mother-in-chief of Chiming.
It’s like everything’s changed overnight and it’s too late to get ready.
Over the next few years, you have been busy with the expansionary power, and many things have been uninvolved and unhelpful, and the tenderness of your heart has not been appropriate for those who are killed. Instead, you have become a familiar saint, who has stood by her and helped him.
The number of times that she had seen her clothes fell, and her feelings became less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less, she felt that everything was back to the beginning, when she only dared to hide under the porch and look at his first.
But now she looks at him as a luxury. She listens to every word he says to her. He collects it as gold, but she collects it, as a treasure, at once and again in the cold of the night, and waits for it and deceives herself into tears and wet pillows.
I don’t know. Why does their relationship turn out like this?
And when she fell on him and on the earth outside the temple, she went back to sleep all night, with her hands on her shoulders, and strangled in the corner, and she shivering like an abandoned cat.
He knew what she knew, but only explained it softly at the beginning, saying that he drank too much that night, that he was like a demon, that he couldn’t control himself at all, that he made a mistake.
She certainly wouldn’t blame him, noding in his arms, even though she was uneasy.
Then he sent forth the sedition and said that he had set forth some good plans, and that he could redeem his sins and help him to excite the earth. She had noded and said nothing, but there was growing anxiety.
I knew it was getting worse and worse. …in the end, even in front of Garage, the dust will warm up, without fear, without even a few pretenses.
Garage is also becoming more luminous and silent, cutting from the initial heart to the very heart of the dead, and completely accepting its presence.
She was humbled and naive in thinking that the master needed only one helper, and that she was always his only wife in the future, and that was enough.
But it is clear that the dust is not even willing to give it to her.
After being crushed again, he stopped the garter that he wanted to hide from the door.
“The dress, cancel the engagement. I’m sorry.
“You saved me, you helped me, you helped me out with my worst two years of suffering, and you changed my eyes for me, and I’m so grateful that this is not love. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
In the autumn of the fifteenth year, the marriage was dissolved between Yung Yung Yu and Gi, and the marriage, which lasted three years, was not concluded. In the past, all sorts of things have been scattered in a different sense of smile.
Garrett got sick in one piece.
He came to see her, held her hand, and asked her if she could complain. She was confused, her tears slipped across her eyes, her pillow towel dipped in the air, and she whispered, “Just as long as the master rejoices…”
It was so hard to breathe.
But strangely, the pain was forgotten overnight, and he felt sorry for her, but never felt it, and that guilt went away all day, until he became indifferent to seeing her as a stranger…
It’s like the wind, the years and the feelings that can no longer be caught through the stitches.
This year, 18 years old and the same age as flowers, life dies overnight.
The geese are old, and their flute is silent, so no more.
12
In the spring of next year, the dust and tatters became the family, and the wedding was a great event.
On that day, Gargamel slept in a dark little room, lost her eyes and heard fireworks out there, struggling to get up, fell under the bed and in pain to breathe cold.
She wanted a glass of water, but the teapot was empty, which was the least visible corner of the chime, and she had long been forgotten.
A little by the door, she pushes the door in a difficult way, just as a fireworks bloom, beautiful and beautiful as a dream.
But she can’t see, she can’t see it, she can’t hear it, she can’t hear it, she can’t hear it, she can’t hear it.
At night, she coughed up, covered her mouth, her hands were thick and she smelled blood.
She has been in poor health for the past year, and the dust will come to see her several times at first, but then there may be a lot of busy business and less and less, until she is no longer in her own home.
The only thing that accompanied Gwok was that of the blind rod, which she had made for his master.
Over and over again, she had the blind rods and felt the temperature that the master had left on it, so she remembered and sought those memories. And those who wandered with their masters for two years, each of them a single trace.
Sometimes she wonders whether those two years were his own illusions, and it’s too unrealistic to come now, like a dream of nothing.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
When the dust came back to the yard, it was four months after the marriage, and shortly after that, it would be a double life.
Ten years have passed since the beginning of the year, when the children of the horns of the thousand peaks were dazzled.
Yet the dust came to her not for her double life, but for her.
“If the child is pregnant and the baby is extremely unstable, the doctor of Jiang says that if the mother and the child are to be safe… she and the unborn child can only be saved if she enters the pool, finds the right person, goes into the pool, becomes a pharmacist, absorbs herbs and feeds on them.”
She was not aware of it, but she was cold.
As a healer, she has also heard that the process is extremely cruel, that ordinary people are simply unable to succeed, and that they will be swallowed up, and that she is the only one who has studied for several years, has tasted the most weeds and is fit for her.
“If you don’t want to, I’ll send someone out to find it.” The twilight of the twilight of the twilight and the twilight of the twilight and the twilight of the twirling and the twilight of the twilight.
“I do. I’m sorry.
It’s like she’s tired, alive and invincible, and she’s sitting at the table, and the sun is falling on her, and she’s dyed with a soft golden edge, and she smiles pale, and she’s “seeing” the dust, and it’s light:
“When we find them, we will not be able to find them for long, but we will not be able to use them as much as we can. I’m sorry.
The mother cried so hard and laughed, as many years ago, she murmured: “Just as long as the master is happy.” I’m sorry.
From time to time, she changed the title of “Students” in front of him.
Perhaps from the very beginning, she should not have been delusional, not lost.
The dust was silent for a long time, and it ended with a low voice saying, “Well, so is it.” I’m sorry.
13
When everything was ready, the day Garuda was thrown into the medicine pool, it was her second birthday.
She stood in the pool and suffered the pain of a cone, with her head on her back, her eyes around her white belt, and whispered to her teacher by the pool:
Master, can you please accept the last request? I’m sorry.
Say it. I’m sorry.
“If the purgatory fails and the students die, will you bury them? “I’m asking for only one piece of yellow soil, and I’m not going to be a ghost after death, homeless…”
And she did not ask much, except for a grave, and for many years a blind rod that followed her.
“If you do so, you will be buried with your own hands, and the blind staff of the tree will follow you into the land, and go with ease.” I’m sorry.
And the blue shirt turned around, and the sound of his footsteps was moving away, and Grou was laughing, and his consciousness was blurry, as if his eyes could suddenly see. In the stinging pain of her bones, she saw the green water of the mountains, as if many years ago when he himself, his master, had a blue shirt, looked like he had been in the past, stood by her hand in the back of the mountain, stood still, watched the long wind pass through the clouds, and the grass was empty…
Ten years old, ten years old, eleven years old, saved by a master, thirteen years old, helping him to escape, two years old, then back to Chimhum, 18 years old, and 19 years old.
She’s 20 years old, not much, and she’s been with him for 10 years.
Ten years of heart, spring and autumn, she didn’t hurt, she didn’t blame, she didn’t regret.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, this life, good, long.
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And when he ran out, his head was fracking, and the dust came back to his bed, he happened to see a thing in his drink.
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t think he’d come back so early, and it scared me.
Hold her wrists, and pull out half of the laced paper, and look at it, and look at it.
The missing piece of paper remembers the word “Gar” with half of her incomplete life!
And the headaches of his head grew, and many images were flashing through his head, like a thunderbolt, tearing apart all the memories of dust and dust, squeezing paper, and many things that he could not understand, and so many years of twirling and twirling, he was wailing, awakening, and a hand strangling the croissing necks, and he was in despair.
So you’re the one who’s got me under the spell!
The spell is a taboo that has long been lost, and the year in which he was locked in the dungeon, he tried to find an organ hub, he tried to escape, but by coincidence, in a corner of the dungeon, he took a loose piece of brick and found the magic to hide it!
To be precise, it is a form of intoxication, and those who have fallen into it will fall in love with them, and will gradually forget their loved ones.
It’s not a total loss of memory, it’s just a little apathy that remembers all the details, but it doesn’t come out of love, it doesn’t rise up, it doesn’t touch the string inside.
Love string.
And that night in the Hall of God, it was the stinging of the dust of the Onion, that he should lose his mind and be desolate.
One day she was incorporated into his wine into a note, and on a smug note, the name of his beloved woman and the date of her birth, and when he drank one day, it was a day in which he clothed his people, and a day indifferent.
The charms of years and years told him to love her and remember their past, but they couldn’t make love to her, and in the end they even saw her as a stranger…
But in the end, the hearts are more powerful than the hearts, and those deep-seated emotional follys are moving, almost breaking the spell, and so is the sarcasm and fear.
How can a true warm emotion be permanently controlled by a cold spell, as long as it’s in the clothes of a day, and she can’t lay a finger on her throat and fear the dust.
On that day, when she was afraid, she touched her abdomen, laughed and gave birth.
So-called fetal instability and so-called pharmacists were all conspirators.
What she wants is for Gargamel to follow its course and disappear in this world!
But in the end, man is less than heaven, and he shall come, and when he is brought down,
The plume tore its heart apart and ran to the pharmacist pool, to his girl, to whom he had failed for years.
The wind is strong, the robes are moving and the tears are pouring out, and the ink of the arousing chords is flying, hissing and weeping and cutting through the heights of the thousand.
When the tears were blurry, it was as if he had seen the 11-year-old Gargamel, afraid to lay his hand on the back of the hill to the white rabbit, shivering with his hands in silver, crying like a flower cat after being taught by a ghost nun, just like the way he looked when he was young…
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In the days that followed, he actually knew that she was peeking at him, but he never revealed it, only laughed at it in his heart and felt a little pity for her as a good little girl.
But it was this little girl who helped him escape, took care of him, took care of him, held him in his arms while he was in the crossfire, said he would never betray him and leave him.
If he wants revenge, and if she wants everything back, she will give him two eyes, and will help him to cross the sea and win by surprise.
He dragged her to the end, and she accepted it without regret.
(b) She was ill, unable to see her eyes, and lying alone in a dim yard, even though he did not listen to her, but she did not hesitate to do so when he came to her and made her statement;
After all these years, whatever he wants, whatever he takes from her, she’ll give, without a complaint.
One of the words she used to say was, “Just as long as the master is happy.” I’m sorry.
What a silly girl, ten years together, and her good, like a star in the sky, like a coat, he can see every day, and he can touch it, but he can’t count, remember it, becomes a habit of neglect and apathy for too long.
He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve it.
Tears were scattered in the wind, and she made his crutches for two years, and this time he held her hand and made them for her whole life and never let them loose again.
Wait for me. When Master comes to save you, he’ll have a heart beating.
But I do not know that the three or two birds of the branch fall like a play of the curtain, and the song is scattered and the water cannot be taken away, as though the wind passed through the fingers, and the geese grew old and the flute continued, and the spring rose warm, so that they were not gathered.
Record number: YX01NPmadWjZ3DVA7
Published in 2020-04-30 17:41 Prohibition of Reproduction
Queen Queen of the Devil.
211.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
Late Night Emotion Institute, etc.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
